Waaaaaa.

Well, now I know why I was feeling so listless and 'blah' yesterday. I appear to have picked up sickness, probably from the fair. My throat hurts, my nose is stuffed, and I have that all-over skin sensitivity that makes even the slightest touch hurt. And a headache.

There's no throat medicine in the house, either, and my grandfather's having a meeting with an insurance person in the kitchen, so I can't go in and fix myself some hot tea or cocoa. Thus, I whine.

Don't Sniffle and LJ...

...especially not while grumpily insomniac and downing Halls' throat drops like they were candy. Now I ignore my own good advice, because I'm bored, and wired from cold medicine, and it hurts to much to talk. And everyone else is asleep, so I have no one to talk to. Unless I want to go wake them up. Which might be fun.

*bounce bounce* Hey! Hey!

...wha?

*bounce!* Talk to me! I'm sick.

...go to bed, Amber.

*bouncebounce!* Talk to me! Pleeeeease?

*Thump as pillow is thrown and Our Heroine tumbles backwards*

Ow.

Yeah, okay. We'll stay away from that, for now. Instead, I'll rant! I'll rant about one of my roleplaying pet peeves, from waaaaaay back. From highschool, actually, when I ran into a /lot/ of this type. ( The Lone Wolf )